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after Barak trip, touring alone with filming equipment |
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The Barak trip over, I applied to the Political Agent for permission to go into the hills alone to do my anthropological photography. Leave was, after a delay, granted - a revolutionary step. |
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Now that it had come the adventure was rather alarming. No institution was backing me; I had no money except my allowance from home. My camp equipment was minimal and was borrowed, camp-bed, chair, table and bath, some forks, spoons and knives, a set of cooking-pots and a plastic picnic-set. I had some cheap cotton shirts and drill shorts, a warm sweater and a golfjacket, and that was my camp wardrobe. For marching, and you had to walk every mile in the hills, I had Pathan-type sandals called 'chapplis' and Army socks. I hardy spoke the language. I owned, and these were my only really good items, an almost new Leica and additional lenses, and a Bell and Howell cine-camera, a Model E. It was all I wanted and I felt it was adequate. If I had not the skill to get results with that, then no patent tents or expensive extras would help me. The human element was what was going to count. |
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Feeling very cold and small one January morning, I climbed (16) into a truck. My baggage was piled on behind and my servants were piled on top of it. We rolled off towards the foot of the hills and I was alone with my abilities. |
